It’s sleepy weather here in New York — the skies keep being gray, and the rain never quite dries up. This is making me way too sleepy… Either that, or the cold I got on the plane here, and the resultant cold medicine effects.
We went to the Museum of Natural History on Sunday, Buck and me and Peter and B, and saw many dinosaurs (the general favorite), and the Darwin exhibit, which I wanted to linger in way longer than everybody else did. This is typical.
But that was the last constructive thing I’ve done here… I read my book for book-club (“The Confusion (The Baroque Cycle, Vol. 2)” (Neal Stephenson)) and I hang out. New York is actually quite liveable.
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